T. R. Smith, comp. Poetica Erotica: Rare and Curious Amatory Verse. 1921–22.
Godly Girzie
By Robert Burns (17591796)(From The Merry Muses of Caledonia) |
THE NIGHT it was a holy night, | |
The day had been a holy day; | |
Kilmarnock gleam’d wi’ candle light, | |
As Girzie hameward took her way, | |
A man of sin, ill may he thrive! | 5 |
And never holy meeting see! | |
With godly Girzie met belyve, | |
Amang the Craigie hills sae hie. | |
The chiel’ was wight, the chiel’ was stark, | |
He wad na wait to chap nor ca’, | 10 |
And she was faint wi’ holy wark, | |
She had no pith to say him na. | |
But ay she glowr’d up to the moon, | |
And ay she sigh’d most piouslie, | |
“I trust my heart’s in heaven aboon, | 15 |
“Whare’er your sinfu’ pintle be.” | |